I feared the end would choke me,
that maybe my heart would stammer,
and the eyes would bleed.
How would I smile again! - I wondered.
Would I be able to get up from bed?
What happens to all those tied up feelings?
Do they ever get untied?
I assumed 'the end' would feel like 'The End'.
Well, it didn't!
Maybe for some of us, it never does!
